Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Growing up

It had been three days since the whole reincarnation fiasco happened and Atticus was still in denial. It seemed so absurd to him.

'I guess Buddhism has some truths to it.' Atticus reasoned. He had never really been a 'religion' person. He thought there was only nothingness after life.

Atticus's approach to matters of faith and spirituality had always been grounded in rationality.

He had regarded himself as a skeptic, placing his trust in empirical evidence, critical thinking, and reason.

Even though his mother on earth, had insisted on attending church every Sunday, Atticus had maintained a stance of detachment from religious beliefs.

And yet, as he grappled with the aftermath of his inexplicable experience, he found himself at a crossroads where the boundaries of rationality seemed to blur with the enigmatic forces at play.

'It's been three days. I guess it's about time I accept my situation.'

Atticus thought, his realization accompanied by a gentle poke on his cheek from a blonde woman.

"Boo-wa," Atticus responded, hoping his simple utterance would discourage further attention.

'They're really persistent,' Atticus observed, feeling slightly exasperated by the attention he was receiving.

Amidst the interactions, Atticus couldn't help but form impressions of the people around him.

'New mother, Anastasia. She seems happy,' he noted as his gaze shifted to the blonde woman.

"Look, Ayra, he grabbed my finger," Anastasia exclaimed, her joy evident

"Yes, my lady." replied Arya, while giving Atticus a warm smile. She was Anastasia's Ravenblade, her bodyguard.

"Here, Atticus! Grab mama's finger." Anastasia exclaimed excitedly.

'She's beautiful.'

Atticus gave a little smile and reached out for her finger.

"Yes! grab it!" Anastasia, excited to see Atticus grabbing her finger again.

'Damn, this is tiring.' Atticus wondered why he felt so tired when he didn't really do anything.

'I suppose this is how a baby feels. No wonder all they do is poop, eat, and sleep,' Atticus mused.

'I'm glad they're at least speaking English,' he added with a sense of relief. 'I won't have to learn a language from scratch.'

"My lady, it looks like young master is tired," Arya noticed Atticus's wearied expression.

"Yeah, you're right, Arya," replied Anastasia, a hint of disappointment in her voice as she realized they should let him rest. She carefully covered Atticus with a snug blanket and quietly left him to enjoy his sleep.

'I'm left to my thoughts now,' Atticus realized, feeling a mix of emotions.

Atticus couldn't help but contemplate about his premature death and the subsequent rebirth.

As Atticus pondered his own death, he couldn't help but question why he had been killed. The man's last words, "Entertain us," echoed in his mind, leaving him baffled.

'Entertain him!? Go to a fucking circus if you want entertainment!' he thought bitterly, his thoughts a maelstrom of confusion and anger.

After a brief pause, a surge of rationality prevailed. 'Calm down, Atticus. There's nothing you can do about it now.'